48 weeks for 52

I would have preferred not to blog about it, but I think I should, because it helps me feel less yucky.

Or maybe it wouldn't really help. I don't know.

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I just found out that I am not entitled to the 13th month bonus.

Yes, it is not a big deal, I know, I know. I am just kicking a big fuss. Yes, I know I know.

I guess maybe I was thinking in the logical sense. If one year has 52 weeks, then I should legitimately get the 13th month 'bonus', which is really not a bonus.

But no la. The world doesn't always run on logic, as we would all have realized.

As I would think that I have worked as hard as others, sloughed as much, if not contributed my insights, I am not quite at peace with the kind of deal I am getting.

I cannot complain of course; I signed the contract willingly, not fully understanding the clauses and being aware of what is being spelt out.

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So I thought I should write about it to consider the good side of the issue.

Because life is so se-nang, I can afford the time to plan for my wedding.

Because life is so se-nang, everyone is so nice...and I have had the opportunity to make some good friends.

Because life is so se-nang, I can go home immediately after work and pursue my own activities.

Because life is so se-nang, I can go for time off to play sports with other colleagues.

All that...all that, for a month of pay. No doubt it is a rather hefty amount.